My timbers, cried I the name on't you've hit, For they pipe and they squeak, now below now aloft; If it wan't for their petticoat gear, With their squeaking so Mollyish, tender and soft, One should scarcely know ma'am from mounsieur. Next at kicking and dancing they took a long spell, All springing and bouncing so neat, And speciously one curious mad❜moiselle, Oh! she daintily handled her feet; But she hopped, and she sprawled, and spun round so queer: "Twas you see rather oddish to me, And so I sung out, pray be decent my dear, Consider I'm just come from sea. "Tan't an Englishman's taste, to have none of these goes, So away to the playhouse I'll jog, Leaving all your fine Bantams and ma'am Pharisoes For old Billy Shakspeare and Mog; So I made the theatre and hailed my dear spouse, She smiled as she saw me approach; And when I'd shook hands, and saluted her bows, We to Wapping set sail in a coach. ONE night, 'twas at sea, in the midst of a storm, In his cradle the ship, (which was rock'd by the deep,) When christened, they dipp'd the boy in the salt flood, To tempests and storms, which he bravely endured. On board from his youth, till to manhood he grew, If a friend or a foe, in distress hove in sight, "Twas nothing to Ben, if his efforts could save In many a battle where cannon have roared, And he fought as a true Yankee seaman should do; FROM Plymouth, in the Vulcan, we set sail, Now mark the change! 'twas midnight, and the blast When, lo! the cry was heard that thrilled our blood; To work, all hands! to work, she's fired below, Secure the gun-room, or we're blown on high, Pour on yet faster, let the torrents flow, Heave o'er the boat, the gallant captain cried, Let's save, at least, some sturdy hearts and true; The boat was hove, but danger all defied 'Good captain, we'll not budge, but die with you! The erash still adding to the tempest's roar, To tell our hopes and fears, and perils, dire, JACK AND I SAW THEM NO MORE. JACK and I were both messmates a long time at sea, Yet fear d'ye mind, never touched him or me, And the angel of truth did our love vows enrol, No more, And Jack and I saw them no more. "Twas long on the ocean, tossed upwards and down, We'd been from our charmers away, Had gained by hard service some gold and renown, But shame on report and each slanderous tongue, For malice too busy, our death-knell had rung, No more, And Jack and I saw them no more. Two landsmen to win their affections. d'ye see, When falsehood gave out, we were both wreck'd at sea, And found cold grave in the main. Poll and Kate heard the tale, but a word never spoke, The functions of life from that moment were broke, No more, FAME AND GLORY. WHEN first he left his native shore, To fight for fame and glory. But in the battle's rude alarms, To fight for fame and glory. STAND TO YOUR GUNS. STAND to your guns my hearts of oak, Ram home your guns, and sponge them well, The cannons' roar shall sound their knell; Not yet, nor yet-reserve your fire, Now the elements do rattle, The gods, amazed, behold the battle To the bottom down she goes. SWEET POLL ADIEU. THE gallant ship was under weigh, From stem to stern no lad more true, No tar was e'er so blithe as he, Till last he bade sweet Poll adieu. An enemy appears in sight, The tars behold with gladdened eyes, |